"The Qinghong Sword, such a divine object, will naturally be there for those who are destined to live!"

"Is that true? You guys come uninvited, and it seems that they are not very lawful?"

At this moment, a door was opened in the air and two monks appeared, one was a sloppy monk and the other was neatly dressed.

"Dean?"

Changhong's monk naturally recognized that this was the dean of Changhong's inner courtyard.

brush……

The next moment, I felt a breeze blowing, and the sloppy monk suddenly appeared next to Qinghong without everyone noticing it, and grabbed Qinghong.

The sudden change made the monks who had reached one step earlier completely unresponsive.

"Qinghong...I didn't expect there would be a day of goodbye!"

Touching the long sword, there are serious remembrance and emotion.

Chi...

Starting with the sword, a misty phoenix sound came from the sword, and then the rainbow on the sword suddenly burst out, like a rushing river flowing backwards, covering the entire sky.

"What? Impossible? How could he be the master of Qinghong Sword?"

At this time, everyone was shocked and shocked, especially the dean who was very kind. When he saw this scene, he was as shocked as anyone.

"No...how is it possible?"

A group of interesting Yang Yan was also very confused. She didn't expect that the Qinghong sword would have a master, but her feeling that the connection with the long sword did not weaken, but was a little stronger. What's going on? However, the humanized emotion that Qinghong had just heard clearly told everyone that the master of the long sword should be that old man.

"Qinghong Sword, you can't get involved!"

Staring at the Qinghong Sword in his hand, the sloppy old man instantly changed his appearance. He no longer had such a dull eyes, but wanted to change like a human being, and suddenly became a young monk with a graceful demeanor.

"It's you?"

At this time, the monks who came before blurted out in surprise when they saw this, because they knew this monk.

This person is a monk who was expelled from Changhong's disappearance because of his master who killed him.

"Fu Jing, are you still alive?"

This is their question. This cultivator, who should have died long ago, not only did not lose it, but his cultivation level has increased greatly. He has already started to stand shoulder to shoulder with them. More importantly, he has a magic weapon in his hand at this moment, and they are completely unsure of dealing with him. This is the key.

"Fu Jing, do you want to take the Qinghong Sword for yourself?"

At this time, the monk who snatched the Changhong Sword from the beginning pointed at his nose with anger on his face, wishing to tear him away. Seeing his reaction, Fu Jing's eyes flashed with golden light and he spoke slowly;

"As a veteran of Changhong Academy, I have killed my younger generations in public and snatched property. At this moment, you are the first person to question me. If it weren't for the past relationship, I'd killed you with one sword, which was embarrassing."

"you……"

This made his old face turn red, so Fu Jingzhi said it out loud, and in front of so many people, he couldn't be angry. After all, he was considered a well-known figure. When had he been humiliated like this? So an extremely strong aura erupted from the old man Long Zhong's body instantly.

boom……

It seemed as if the world was dark, the foundation-building monks instantly lost the power of thinking. This momentum alone had made many foundation-building monks' legs weak and sweat all over. Which geniuses were also shocked by this momentum.

The moment above the square was like the end of the world.

"Enough."

A plain but endless majestic voice came, and Luo Xiudi spoke. Before he finished speaking, the doomsday weather seemed to be dispelled by a special force, and everyone felt relieved.

Several outside monks just looked at this scene with interest, but when their eyes touched the blue and red sword in Fu Jing's hand, everyone's face was a little gloomy.

"Several people, since you are here, come in and have a cup of tea!"

He glanced at the old man, and the old man slightly fell on his gaze, but the blue veins on his face were already trembling and clenched his fists betrayed his heart. He was extremely unbalanced.

With a wave of the sleeves, a rotating vortex appeared out of thin air in the space behind Luo Xiu's enemy. Only the scattered palaces could be vaguely seen on the other end of the vortex, standing among the mountains. Holding fists to invite several big men to a sequence.

"Since that's the case, I'm not respectful."

"Brother Luo has invited me, how can I postpone it? Please!"

"It's time to get together."

However, just as several big shots were about to enter, a slight light flashed through the long sword in Fu Jing's hand and disappeared.

Then, in the puzzled eyes, he slowly walked towards Yang Yan.

"Former...sen?"

Yang Yan was a little nervous because Fu Jing stared at him and Yang Chen for a long time and didn't understand what was going on, so she couldn't help asking.

Cough cough cough...

Yang Chen, who was lying on the ground, suddenly coughed a few times, and opened his eyes slowly.

"You're awake?"

He nodded slightly and signaled that he was fine.

"Is it okay to be searched for the soul?"

Seeing Yang Chen's reaction, many monks frowned. This was not right. Is Siharuna staying behind or this guy strange?

Yang Yan felt relieved to confirm that Yang Chen had nothing to do, but just when he wanted to speak, Fu Jing spoke with a blind eye.

"Where is the token?"

"Um?"

The weak Yang Chen looked at the monk in confusion. It was unfathomable, but some people couldn't see one, two, and three. They seemed a little familiar, but some people couldn't remember where they had seen it, so they said something in a strange way.

"Go to play!"

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Chapter completed!